My Sunday Feeling

As statistics go it hasn't been a bad winter.  In fact, if one were to sit down and look at the data, one would probably find that the winter 2014-2015 was one of the milder on record.  And I know that I have played a good bit of golf in December and January.  

But to hell with data.  February has been brutal.  

As I type this my Weatherbug app informs me that it is 26 degrees on the other side of the wall.  I am beyond sick of this bitterly cold weather.  I made this observation at a luncheon following a Lenten service over to the neighborhood branch of the Baptists.  Father Erik, who had given the homily, reminded me of the fact that this Winter has been mild up until now.

I'm not one to rebuke the clergy but I have become even more cantankerous in my old age.  I wasn't going to take this layin' down just because this observation was coming from a guy wearing a collar.

"Oh yeah?," I said, trying to be helpful. "I wrecked my car on some black ice Tuesday night. I've had water running for 2 weeks.  I can't play golf and I'm tired of being housebound and eating my own cookin'.  Forgive me but I've just about had it."

Father's expression was quite tranquil seeing as how he was sitting next to a madman.  
"I'm sorry about your car," he said. "Spring will be here soon."

Spring will be here soon.  

I don't know if it is a function of my advancing age but I really long for Spring. I used to like Spring mainly because it heralded the beginning of baseball season. And there is still something reassuring that the Cubs will be yet again toiling away in the friendly confines of Wrigley in the service of utter futility.  

But I need to hear the birds, to see grass grow, feel the sun on my face.  I want to spend hours out on the deck.  I want to sit on the porch, play golf, and to take long walks.  This latter consideration is particularly acute seeing as how I now have a hiker in my life and I am not keen on being told by her to go take one by my lonesome.  

But today it is 26.  The clouds are positively leaden.  

Tomorrow the Little Rock Marathon will take place.  They are predicting a high in the forties with a 60% chance of rain.  

Ugh.  I'm sorry.  But that just doesn't sound like fun.  

But there is no chance of snow.  The temps will get above freezing.  

Father Erik is right.  Spring will be here soon.

Go Cubs!